Skiing

  By William Triplett There’s a new hotel in Park City. Well, not entirely. The Washington School House Hotel is a 19th century schoolhouse that’s been renovated into an upscale, boutique pension that sleekly fuses the historical architecture with a decidedly cool, modern look. Only 12 rooms are on offer.

By Everett Potter “You’re going to ski on a level you’ve never skied before.” We are sitting at the Sundeck restaurant on Aspen Mountain, 18 seasoned skiers listening to these words and every other word that is spoken, shouted and barked by a handsome, tanned and fit 60-something named John

By William Triplett In the middle of a ski season that has left a lot of North American resorts starved for snow, how lucky is this: The day I show up in Steamboat Springs in the Colorado Rockies, the mountain had just been buried the day before under 27 inches

By Dalma Heyn On a chairlift at Park City a few weeks ago I sat between two young vacationing North Carolina businessmen about to take their first ski run of the day. It was a perfect day: Lots of snow; sunny but not too. They were talking about a bobsled

By David McKay Wilson Yellowstone National Park has emerged as a world-class destination for cross-country skiers who yearn for high-altitude touring in and around the world’s first national park. On a visit in mid-February, the powder was dry and light – the kind that provides cross-country skiers with plenty of

By Catherine Streeter Being an Easterner, I’d never heard of Mammoth when I moved to LA.  But for Los Angelenos—at least, the serious skiing kind—it’s ground zero. And you can’t argue with the numbers: 3,500 acres of skiable terrain, 3,100 foot  vertical drop, an average annual snowfall of 400 inches

  By David McKay Wilson On the third day, it snowed. It wasn’t an epic Jackson Hole storm, like the ones that dumped 557 inches at the Wyoming resort the previous year, or the storm that began as we departed, and left more than five feet on the mountain before

  by Tom Passavant A hot day in New York City, summer 1978. My friend Jim Petersen walks into my office at Playboy magazine. “I hear the guys downstairs at Playboy Press want to do some lifestyle books. Let’s go talk to them.” Jim pitches Charlie, the editorial director, an

By David McKay Wilson Since my arrival in the Rockies in late March, I’d peered up at Crested Butte Mountain, that 12,161-foot peak with some of Colorado’s most challenging ski terrain, and dreamed of skiing down the chutes that spill down its western face. On the last day of our

By William Triplett Mention Aspen and most people can’t avoid thinking of multi-million dollar homes, designer boutiques, private jets and tailored slopes covered with arguably the best snow money can buy. Far fewer see Aspen the way I recently experienced it — as a resort where we Baby Boomers can